The seatbelt sign is now off. Feel free to move about the cabin.
Evan McCone
Hey Richards, six minutes to showtime. You should get that last meal before they clear me to blow your head off in front of a couple billion people.
Ben Richards
Oh yeah? You know, you should really put some makeup on before the show starts.
Evan McCone
**** the show! Let's go!
Ben Richards
You want to go? We can all go right now!
Amelia Williams
No, no, no! Just stop!
Ben Richards
Do it! Do it, tough guy!
Amelia Williams
Why are you doing this?!
Ben Richards
See if I twitch!
Amelia Williams
Show him the bomb! Show it to him before he shoots you and kills us all!
Evan McCone
Ma'am.
Amelia Williams
No, just show it! [Evan pulls her away] 'Cause I don't want to feel like this anymore! Do you **** hear me?! I'm done!
Evan McCone
Let's calm down.
Amelia Williams
I'm **** done! [Evan seats her]
Evan McCone
Alright Richards, what if I offer you an amnesty deal and an exit visa?
Ben Richards
You're nothing but a Halloween costume. You can't offer me shit!
Dan Killian
Too true, Mr. Richards. He can't. But I can.
Ben Richards
How about I offer you a deal? You tell your hunters in the cockpit to do what I tell them. Otherwise... I blow up this jet and everyone on it!
Dan Killian
Ben, I admire your commitment to the bet but we're short on time so... I'll be blunt. We know you're bluffing. The Flying V Mark II has scanners built into the doors. It's been wildly entertaining. But you can give Amelia her lovely handbag back now. [Evan laughs, Ben sits and takes out Amelia's bag, throws it on ground and Evan walks up to Ben with gun drawn] Evan? Evan, don't.
Evan McCone
That's game.
Safety of that weapon, sir.
Dan Killian
Evan, are you insane? The show hasn't even started. Hand over your gun and go to the back of the jet. [Evan hands over gun to pilot] Thank you. [Evan walks to back] You can remain there until I say otherwise. I need a moment to have a word with Mr. Richards. To discuss a sensitive matter. [Dan appears on screen near Ben] Let's keep this between us. You know, it wasn't too long ago that someone with my job thought it was more important to force some hypocritical moral message down society's throat than to simply entertain them. They forgot about the power of illusion, the power of the star, which is what you are, Richards. And this is why we want to offer you your own show. Now picture it. A former runner, redeemed through righteous vengeance, turns his life around to become a lethal force for good. They call him... The Hunter. The board has authorized me to pay you five million new dollars per season. There's only one condition. Sit back, watch the intro, and when Bobby cues you, kill every hunter on that jet. Conditions met, I'll remote pilot you back to the studio jet port where the president of the United States will induct you as hunter number six. [Waves hand] Another title idea I'm playing with. The data says the revenge plot... revenge.
Ben Richards
Revenge for what? Who is gonna root for a guy who kills your national heroes? [Dan squints eyes] I call bullshit, Dan. [Dan waves hand]
Dan Killian
Let me worry about the creative.
Ben Richards
No deal. The truth, then.
Dan Killian
Revenge for your wife and child.
Ben Richards
Why would I ever believe you?
Dan Killian
Because. If they were still alive, I'd hold them at gunpoint and force you to do whatever I want. And torture them right in front of you. I didn't want to show you this. But I'm out of time to save your life. [Screen shows footage of hit squad arriving at apartment door] The hunter you killed was part of a tight crew. McCone and the men in that cockpit flew to Co-Op City, to Sheila and Kathy's secret uptown location.
Ben Richards
No.
Dan Killian
They badged their way past the family alliance agents and... I'm sorry, Ben. Not all accidents are happy. [Hit squad opens fire into apartment and Ben screams primally hitting screen] We want you to win. The audience is already on your side. Once I show them footage of McCone and his men killing your family, they will follow you into hell. Think of what this does for your narrative. Thirty seconds to showtime, Ben. You'll find a gun by the coffee station in the galley. But if you don't sign before the theme music ends, I'll order the bastards that killed your family to kill you, too. [Ben grabs screen out of stand and smashes it on table]
Amelia Williams
What's happening?
Ben Richards
Tune in and find out.
Everyone, everyone. Please settle. Now, now. [To camera] We start today's episode with a heavy heart. We here at the Running Man believe in following the rules. So it pains me to tell you that one of our most important rules has been broken by the very men we entrust to enforce them. Chief McCone and his hunters. And that rule is... [holds up cue cards] we protect the Runner's family from harm. No one would play if we didn't. We thought it only fair to let Richards administer the penalty for this grave infraction. [First Officer Duninger gets gun] As we go live to Richards, we pray he has what it takes.
Hey, Richards. You making coffee?
Ben Richards
Yeah. How do you take it?! [Shoots Duninger and engages two other pilots in struggle for firearms, causing the plane to drop down]
Altitude alert. Remote pilot engaged. Disengaged. [Finishes off two pilots in free fall] Altitude alert. Remote pilot engaged.
And then... there was one. Three hunters down. But the deadliest among them is still somewhere on this jet.
Ben Richards
He took the other parachute. I couldn't stop him.
Ben Richards
Strap that on. Keep your head down.
The prey has become the predator. Evan cone is trapped. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. Mr. Williams is checking all of the flying V's in executive toilets. It's four. The fuse has been lit. It's just a matter of time. Okay, here we go. The moment of truth.
Ben Richards
Six, bitch.
Uh-oh. That's gotta be disappointing. The tension is higher than ever Running fans. It all comes down to this.
Amelia Williams
Ben! [Evan hoists up Ben]
Whoa!
Amelia Williams
No!
Evan McCone
You wanna know who's stopping you from seeing your kid again? You! [Smacks Ben's head against a mirror shattering it.
That had to hurt! [Ben smashes Evan into a mirror]
Amelia Williams
No!
Oh, no. Richards has taken a savage blow!
Evan McCone
Shut the **** up Bobby! [To Ben, taking off sunglasses] If this is how they fire me, what do you think they'll do to you? Chump. You think you're the only Runner ever got offered a deal? You think surviving two weeks and change makes you big shit? [Pulls mirror shard out of left eye] Try 29 days. What's more likely? A: I killed your family. B: Killian sold you just the right lie to get a bloodbath season finale. Or C: you're too **** stupid to figure it out? [Picks up gun from floor] Take it from someone who took the deal to be a hunter instead of the hunted. The only time you'll ever see your family again is when they torture them in front of you. [Loads magazine in gun] **** with your head enough to make you wanna kill it all away.
Ben
You're full of shit. You're all full of shit.
Evan McCone
Truth is...? [Aims gun at Ben and Amelia gasps] ...I'm doing you a favor. [McCone shoots, but misses as the plane tips and the interior loses air pressure]
Cabin pressure compromised. Emergency doors disarmed.
Evan McCone
Hey, Killian! You think I need a gun to waste this loser?! [To Ben, who he pulls a knife on] You outran Fate. You can't hide from Destiny! This is my show now! [Ben activates McCone's parachute, pinning him against the wall of the plane. Ben stalks up to him] Do it, tough guy! See if I twitch!
Ben Richards
That's game!
